Jeezy, Kevin Gates - She Know lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jeezy, Kevin Gates - She Know lyrics]
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do she knows
Have you looking broad day
With a flashlight baby
Have you knowing who to call to
Get this head right baby
She want this dick right now
I’m like damn right baby
Let me hit you back
I’m tryna get this sack right baby
Fuck what you heard, I’m bout that action
What that mouth do, I am bout that bragging
Pull up go to work baby
Right up in your workplace
Make you turn around
Bend it over in your workspace
Fucking with a real ass
Get cash, ghetto ass, high class
Bottle of Chardonnay and a blunt ho
And one hit of this’ll fuck
Your whole life up
Tryna told you this ain’t really
What you want though
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do she knows
Got your shit together, body of a dancer
Instructor of the pole aerobics classes
I’m getting tired of staring at
You when you passing
Old school, leave my number on a napkin
I’m kinda cool
If I was you I would get at me
I don’t get tired
I’m thinking bout you all the time
Want to bend you over backwards
Want to pin you to my mattress
Bite your bottom lip and then
Remove all of your fabric
His voice kind of soft
He not like Kevin Gates
Always got his goons with him
He don’t make you feel safe
Hold your hand out in public
When we walking in the mall out to eat
We go wherever they respect that I’m a dog
On the floor
Ain’t no messing up the bed springs
Legs spread
Bout to do you like some hot wings
Scratching on my back while I’m
Working out your hamstrings
Double cup a drink
Blowing grape to the bat cave
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do she knows
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do she knows
Have you looking broad day
With a flashlight baby
Have you knowing who to call to
Get this head right baby
She want this dick right now
I’m like damn right baby
Let me hit you back
I’m tryna get this sack right baby
Fuck what you heard, I’m bout that action
What that mouth do, I am bout that bragging
Pull up go to work baby
Right up in your workplace
Make you turn around
Bend it over in your workspace
Fucking with a real ass
Get cash, ghetto ass, high class
Bottle of Chardonnay and a blunt ho
And one hit of this’ll fuck
Your whole life up
Tryna told you this ain’t really
What you want though
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do she knows
Got your shit together, body of a dancer
Instructor of the pole aerobics classes
I’m getting tired of staring at
You when you passing
Old school, leave my number on a napkin
I’m kinda cool
If I was you I would get at me
I don’t get tired
I’m thinking bout you all the time
Want to bend you over backwards
Want to pin you to my mattress
Bite your bottom lip and then
Remove all of your fabric
His voice kind of soft
He not like Kevin Gates
Always got his goons with him
He don’t make you feel safe
Hold your hand out in public
When we walking in the mall out to eat
We go wherever they respect that I’m a dog
On the floor
Ain’t no messing up the bed springs
Legs spread
Bout to do you like some hot wings
Scratching on my back while I’m
Working out your hamstrings
Double cup a drink
Blowing grape to the bat cave
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do she knows